A day be given in thy honour, land.
You give us food that we may live.
You support our stubborn feet from falling to bottomless pit.
Honour O honour.
A day to sing and dance to land,
With the best lyre,
Honour O honour to land
That give us beautiful scene to gladden our hearts,
Delight our soul,
Tickle our fantasy.
Land to be honour
For giving himself to be open for us to rest,
Sleep and dream like an infant,
Covering our ugliness That may spoilt the days we've had.
Honour O honour.
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